Really, there is only one update that anyone cares about: Where is Giles’ story?!
The simple, easy answer is: I haven’t written it yet. I started it with a bang, then I got hung up on the story, which was a huge blessing in disguise because by the time I was able to get back on it (recently) I realized it wasn’t going in the right direction and now it’s flowing again, but only when I have the time.
Shortly after I got “stalled” with the story, I had another blessing in disguise. Not only did taking a break from the story help it, but it helped my family–particularly my kids. My kids are nerds. Just like their mom. They like to read and are fascinated with both science and history. They can do math, but don’t love it like I do. I’ll forgive them this travesty though since I don’t care for studying birds the way they do. It’s an even trade, right? I know my kids are studious and like school so I was blindsided to get their report cards from last semester that showed they were anything but. To make a very long, drawn-out, frustrating story simple, between academic issues and behavioral shenanigans, we decided it might be best to change schools. At first we lingered between when do we switch (now? at the end of the year?) and where do we go? Another church school? The rural public school near us? It was a tough week and all signs were pointing more and more toward the one option that can put total fear in some of us mothers: homeschool.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kids. I do. I also know that I’m not mother-of-the year material. I might chaperone all the field trips (even the ones to the blasted skating rink and state fair), plan class parties, teach the kids’ Bible classes each week and VBS each year, but the idea of spending ALL DAY with kids–mine or anyone else’s–makes me feel faint. For the truth is, they terrify me. Silly, I know, but it’s true. So it was extremely shocking when the idea of me not only being at home with them all day, but actually having to teach them didn’t scare me. A year, or even just two months ago, I’d have said you were cracked that I was even considering the possibility. But suddenly it didn’t seem so daunting. In fact, for some strange reason, it seemed right. (I’ve told you all all along that I’m a little nuts, what can I say?) Anyway, it felt right. It felt right considering the circumstances and for the first time, the idea of spending all day with my kids in this type of a setting didn’t make the blood roar in my ears while my chest constricted and my stomach lurched.
It was a little over a month ago that I decided to pursue this headlong and it has brought many changes into the entire Gordon household, which now has an area called: Gordon School of Excellence. But all the changes and chaos have been worth it. Here are just a few things that’ve been going on:
Every good schoolroom needs what? A white board? It’d be helpful. A computer? Maybe. A bookshelf full of books? Definitely a dream, but there’s always the library and eBooks. What about something more basic like a table? Bob and I are weird and we know it, but our first order of business was to build a table. Because my husband is entrenched in his own schoolwork, he designed it, gave me the measurements, taught me to use a saw and left saying, “Don’t cut off any of those valuable fingers.” Below are just a few of the pictures of the progress.
And yes, in case you’re wondering if the top is indeed what you think it is, here is your answer:
Does any of this mean I’ll never finish Giles’ book or start another? Uh, no. Not even close. While it did take some time to sort out what was going on with my kids’ schooling and then a little adjustment period, we’ve all finally fallen into a routine. One that works for our family, meeting all of their needs, and allowing me to write. In fact, last week I wrote more in four afternoons than I had on any one book in the past year. It was craziness. When I first started writing four years ago my kids were three and four and I wrote between Hot Wheel races, Lego building, and rounds of Candyland and oddly enough I was far more productive than I was when I had all day to write. When time isn’t in abundance, it changes things and the time allowed for writing becomes very valuable and half the time my fingers can barely keep up with the story unfolding in my head. It’s wonderful.
That said, I still stand by my original goal in January to put out three books this year and I still think it’s a very feasible goal for me.
In the meantime, I’ve begun testing out a type of writing I never imagined: lesson plans and curriculum. A possible new career path? Probably not, but I’ve learned to never say never.
Anyway, I write all of the above as a longwinded update and explanation. I’m still writing books and have every intention to keep writing them for as long as I’m still of sound mind and body, but I’m not yet far enough with Desires of a Baron to schedule an editing team or set a tentative release day. When I do, I’ll let ya know, but right now it’s looking to be sometime in late May.
Until then, because I know you’re all fascinated with my personal life I’ll post a few random pictures snapped here at Gordon School of Excellence:
And my favorite…